my first post, take a chance with it. feedback welcome.
I twitch. nothing happens and i twitch. But i'm still looking. Her hip is pushed out just so and oh god how i hated that hip. I know I've had enough but I'll still stay until the darkness is enough to send me home to watch the mold grow. but i can't think of that now. SHE's all that's here. SHE's all that's real. she's all that's real and I want it to die. I want her to shatter into a thousand pieces and i wouldn't cry because she's up there and I'm down here and I don't like that at all. like i didn't like how she made my mind go wrong.
She won't drop, he tells me. and yet another tells me to stay. I look into the garbage disposal that is her mirror and it looks back at me. Could it be... I envy an inanimate object? Could it be I have become the inanimate object?
It was all the same in the end.